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Eighty - The bachelor party.
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Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Eighty One
Alessandra's POV Are they kidding me right now? Across the street, the boys looked like they’d just walked off a movie set—one that ended in a bar fight. Luke had a black eye. Damon’s knuckles were bloody. Jeremy sat on the hood of the car with an ice pack pressed to his cheek. And Killian— My eyes scanned the group. He wasn’t there. Where the hell was he? “Come on,” Stella said, tugging at my arm. Her voice was low but urgent. “Let’s cross.” I followed her without thinking, my stomach tightening with every step. I didn’t care about Damon’s busted hand or Luke’s stupid grin like he thought it was all a joke. I didn’t care that Jeremy winced when he shifted the ice pack. I only cared about the one person who wasn’t standing there. There were a few cops still lingering, one of them scribbling something onto a notepad. An ambulance was just pulling away, Whatever had happened, it was over and definitely intense We crossed the road quickly. “What happened?” Ste
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Eighty - The bachelor party.
Killian's POV. Kill me now. It was a bachelor party. I should’ve been spared. But no—somehow, I got roped into planning something for Jeremy. Ronan kept suggesting over-the-top venues and private islands like we were trying to throw the Olympics. I shut that down fast and went for a simple casino night. Low effort. Low noise. I could drink in peace and triple my income at the same time. Win-win. Luke, of course, called it boring. He talked Jeremy into switching things up. A quiet bar, he promised. Something casual. It wasn’t casual. The place wasn’t loud, but the waitresses were strippers dressed like bartenders. Everything short of a pole. I didn’t mind them being there. None of them came close to my Ale. Not even a bit ...not even a little......But they were touchy. That part I minded. One of them was leaning in now, hand on my forearm like she had a right to be there. I was just about to down my shot when I felt it ..... honestly it was irritating my muscles tensed before t
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Seventy Nine-Bourbon, Strippers and Bullet Holes
Alessandra's POV. “The dress will be ready next week. Do you want it brought to Italy or sent straight to the Venue in France?” The woman’s voice on the other end of the line was polite and practiced. “Straight to the venue,” I said, then hung up. My wedding was getting closer and it sucked. The girls and I were at the clubhouse to catch up the past few days have been hell and I needed to unwind especially since Killian and I Came back......But I have to admit—I'm grateful Killian listened to me. I just needed to leave, to breathe. Apparently, he did tell my uncle I was safe and that I needed space. Uncle Diego understood. Lia too. My father......not so much.... I don't even want to dwell on the things he said to me even though it's impossible not to Ronan didn’t say much, just gave me that look. That slow, warning glance he didn't say much he was just upset I left in the middle of the event especially since he had guests who flew in for the engagement but otherwise, it was f
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Seventy Eight- Lia
Lia's pov. I woke up with a fright. It was cold but not the type of cold that came from the air,it was the type that settled under your skin. The kind that told you something was off. I reached out beside me, but Ronan wasn’t in bed with me .... But it wasn’t him I was worried about right now I reached for my phone,it was five a.m it's very early must people would be sleeping but certainly not him .... I would call but he would prefer texting Me: Hi, honey. His reply came almost immediately. Killian: Hi. A small breath left my chest. I didn’t realize I’d been holding it. Me: How are you doing? Are you alright? Killian: I’m alright. His responses were always so short and straight to the point......So much like his father it made me happy sometimes .... other times I just wanted him to say more to me I hesitated, then typed again. Me: Just make sure you’re okay. If something’s wrong, come home. Please. There was a pause this time. Just long enough to make
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Seventy Seven -What He Said to Me
Alessandra's POV I turned Over on the bed to reach for killian but his bed space was empty I opened my eyes to see him working on his laptop always working It was the middle of the night. Does he ever sleep? We’d already spent an entire day here—breathing the same air, tangled up in sheets fucking each other Or rather, he had spent the day fucking my brains out. I’d just been trying to survive him. I’ve been asking him the reason he left a few days to the engagement party . He still won’t tell me. It makes me restless and angry but I can’t really complain. I’m not exactly sharing my secrets either. “Come to bed…” I said softly, my voice still hoarse. His eyes lifted from the screen and locked on mine. Cold and a soft warning with e smirk on his face. “If I come back there, it’s your funeral.” I winced. My body was already sore, marked with more hickeys than I'd like to admit, Killian knew exactly where to hit and how hard to make it feel good. My thighs, my wrists,
Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée Seventy Six
Alessandra's POV Alessandra.Killian kept fucking my mouth the whole call. I couldn’t hold back the tears.....they finally came, streaming down as he kept going. He didn’t stop until he came, filling my throat. When he finally pulled out, I swallowed. Only then did I let myself breathe again. It took a minute before killian finally turned the lights on I blinked through the sting in my eyes and I froze. It was a bedroom. But not just any bedroom. The bed was massive, made of dark wood, with four heavy pillars carved with rough patterns. Chains hung from the top. Real chains. My heart thudded in my chest, too fast, too loud. what were we going to even do here...... “Get up” he said. I stood without thinking. He stared at me for a long time. Something unreadable moved behind his eyes—anger, pain, possession... I couldn’t tell which would win. “What happened tonight?” His voice was low. Dangerous. “Nothing happened,” I said quickly, but my voice cracked. “It was j
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